The Last Wish (The Witcher, #0.5)

by Andrzej Sapkowski

“Because it would be the first proof I’ve ever heard of that a lack of faith has any kind of power at all.”

“Nonsense,” said the witcher. “And what’s more, it doesn’t rhyme. All decent predictions rhyme.

Their outright insane tendency to cruelty, aggression, sudden bursts of anger and an unbridled temperament were noted.” “You can say that about any woman,”

When hit, you give a note which shows you’re fashioned of pure steel, unlike these men molded from bird shit.

Coodcoodak, on his knees, was strangling Draig Bon-Dhu’s bagpipes with his hands, while, with his head thrown back, he shouted over the monstrous sounds emerging from the bag, wailed and roared, cackled and croaked, bawled and squawked in a cacophony of sounds made by all known, unknown, domestic, wild and mythical animals.

Hahahahah

The result was pseudo-pretty women with the angry and cold eyes of ugly girls. Girls who couldn’t forget their ugliness had been covered by the mask of magic only for the prestige of their profession.